Chapter 350 7.4 Massacre

Facing 20 riders alone, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was an act of near suicide.

Moreover, this was an old man fighting against 20 strong men.

In terms of equipment, it was not very good.

The old man was wearing a worn-out sheepskin jacket.

The 20 riders on the opposite side were all equipped with silver armor. Their armor was so luxurious that the silver armor even had the engraving of the French national flower, the broom.

"Vieilhomme,"

The leading knight spoke a string of strange languages, which Clint felt was not English. But at this time, the blood burning to boiling had almost made him lose his mind!

No matter which country they were from, even if they were gods from the outside world, he had to kill these beasts who dared to hurt his daughter.

The cavalrymen did not show any fear in the face of his charge. On the contrary, they even put away their crossbows with a smile on their faces. In their eyes, the old man in a worn sheepskin looked like an ordinary old farm worker.

Maybe he was a relative of the dead girl.

It would be a pity to kill the unarmed peasant with a bow and arrow. It would be better to get close and humiliate him before beating him to death. After all, 20 against 1, the knights had no chance of failure.

However, they soon paid the price for their arrogance.

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Clint's first round of attack was 30 meters away. He reached out from behind and took out a short axe and threw it.

In mid-air, the flying short axe immediately burned a ball of flames, and then chopped the helmet of the leading knight like a high-speed rotating wind and fire wheel.

The exquisite helmet made of fine steel touched the hot flying axe, just like butter meeting a hot knife! Without making any sound, the head of the knight leader was immediately split in half.

His body fell silently to the ground.

Before the other knights could react to what was happening in front of them, Clint had already galloped to their front. Pulling out the one-meter-long broad-bladed axe behind him, the old man flew off the horse's back, and then stood up and spun around!

The power of the "Flame Berserker" made him turn into a burning full moon. The four knights within the range of the axe were split in half by this silky attack! Even the embroidered steel armor was ruthlessly separated by the hot battle axe!

Their lower bodies were still standing upright on their mounts.

However, their upper bodies had already flown into the air, and blood and broken organs flowed out of their abdominal cavities that looked like rag bags.

The first enchanting blood flower bloomed on the white snowfield.

"You guys, a bunch of weak hamsters, dare to hurt my daughter?!"

"I really gave you face!"

He wiped the blood that spurted onto his face fiercely, and the old man's gray hair and beard were stained with a layer of blood. Holding a big axe, the old man covered in blood was like a demon crawling out of hell!

He did not stop, nor did he say any unnecessary nonsense.

Rushing left and right, the old man was like a red ghost in the snow. He first cut off a leg of each horse.

In this way, no one could escape from him.

The silver-armored knights who drew their swords tried to resist, but their exquisite silver swords were as fragile as glass in front of the two-handed axe weighing 30 kilograms. Clint, who completely burst out all his spiritual energy in extreme anger, was covered in blood and flames.

He was red all over with blood and fire, just like the demons described in the church scrolls.

"Haha!"

"How fucking weak!"

"These southern bastards, holding embroidery needles in their hands and wearing a set of embroidered armor on their bodies, really think of themselves as warriors?"

"Today!"

"Everyone will die!"

The surviving knights were scared to shit and piss. They didn't even realize that a farm had been built near the desolate border of Salt County at this time.

What was even more unexpected was that such a demon was hidden in this farm.

The horses had broken legs, and they couldn't escape at this time.

"My lord, don't be angry first, listen to my explanation."

"We are vassals of Andre Jarvan from the neighboring 'Yun Province', and the young man behind me is the male favorite of Master Jarvan!"

"If you dare..."

Bang!

Clint didn't let the fair-faced young man finish his words.

Pulling out the axe from the corpse, he walked in front of him and wedged the iron axe into his breastplate. The hot iron axe mixed with the flame immediately cut open his chest, and the young man who was less than 20 years old didn't even have time to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The high temperature had already coagulated his blood into a dark red human blood pudding.

"I don't understand the nonsense you are talking about!"

"You bunch of soft hamsters, all of you fucking die!"

With another axe, the male favorite behind him who was trembling like a sieve was cut in half.

Not everyone chooses to be a lamb to be slaughtered. It's just that these exquisite French knights who speak French have never seen the brutal battles of the Vikings.

In civilized France, the wars between nobles are still at the ancient level of "throwing white gloves and choosing a location". Even if conflicts break out between countries, envoys must be sent, letters of war must be handed over, and then both sides will formally declare war.

They have never seen the violent Vikings who start a massacre at the first sight of disagreement.

"No, you can't treat us like this!"

"Baron Jarvan is a distinguished guest of Mercia. He holds the 'diplomatic immunity' issued by the 'Plantage House'. All of us are his retainers and deserve justice."

Ah!

The axe was raised and fell, and another head fell.

"I've said it before, I don't understand the nonsense you're talking about!"

In less than 10 minutes, 20 fleeing silver-armored knights turned into 20 scarlet flowers blooming on the pure white snow. They cried and tried to escape, but the horses had broken legs, and the farthest person only ran 200 meters away.

After a whole winter of silence, the old man felt the blood flowing rapidly in his veins and finally felt alive again.

After finishing the killing, he returned to his adopted daughter and pulled the bow and arrow out of her white arm.

The most dangerous thing was the arrow that pierced her soft abdomen, which would cause heavy bleeding if handled carelessly. Clint, who had experienced many battles, certainly understood this truth, so he did not dare to pull out the arrow immediately, but left the iron arrow in the girl's body.

After returning to the castle, he asked the servants to immediately load his adopted daughter onto the carriage and go to the "Fortress of the Sea" to seek help from the priest in the Holy Lord Church.

As for himself, he looked coldly at the French son-in-law with long chestnut hair.

He knew that the French were all a group of weak eggs who were not good at fighting, but at least the young man did not abandon Elena and run away alone.

To some extent, he still got the recognition of old man Clint.

"You, come back to the house with me."

"Tell me what happened to my daughter after she married into your family!"

"Why did these French sissies chase you?"